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Dream Eater
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The Forest Path
The forest path was shrouded in a fog, thick as to be tangible. His breath steamed as he trod, unsurely, deeper into the wood. Had he been traveling for hours, or days? The canopy secluded the undergrowth from the notion of sunrise or sunset, though light always filtered through. This evening was the color of a fresh bruise, violet but not vivid. The mist clinging to the air gave the light a pale tint. The sound of his boots crunching dried leaves echoed loudly.
His eyes scanned his surroundings, frantically searching for the source of the voice that had haunted him since entering the tree line.
"You look lost. I can help you find your way."
The voice was eerie, yet seductive. It held a timbre that was assuredly not of this world. He knew that this place held spirits, fae and otherwise, but he had hoped the wards he'd purchased would keep them at bay.
"Don't be frightened. If I step into the light, promise not to scream..."
His eyes widened as she...no, it...came into view. Flowing raven hair, alabaster skin, one emerald and one sapphire eye, limbs lithe and waifish. Naked as nature, though that was to be expected. A crown of twigs and leaves adorned its brow.
Its stare affixed him to the ground. He felt his heart beating heavy against his ribcage, but could not utter a word or flee.
"Yes, strong. Warded, but not against me. The sages do not know my True Name and that will sadly be your downfall. But...before you die, we shall have some fun..."
Its voice was full of mischief as it danced closer, swaying on legs that seemed to end before they reached the ground. The fog swirled with it, almost an after-image of the spirit, echoing the fluidity of its grace.
He could smell a scent like cloves and gravedirt, wafting to his nostrils the closer it got. Sweet and pallid all at once. He swallowed his fear audibly, steeling his mind against the unsettling nature of this encounter.
As if she...no, it...could read his thoughts, a single slender finger traced his cheek.
"Fun, I said. We shall have some fun. Your fear is dreadfully boring."
Those mismatched eyes burned into his own, scintillating from some inner source. Mesmerizing...
He shook his head, desperate to rid himself of the paralysis that had seized his every muscle. It was to no avail. She...no, it...smiled and bared rows of too many, too-sharp teeth. It was a shark's grin, a demon's maw...and yet, he felt the urge to smile back.
Fingertips like gossamer traced his features, caressing the column of his neck. Her...no, its...touch was cold as an icy wind, causing gooseflesh to rise in the wake of touching. He felt his stomach tense, every fiber of his being taut with the desire to be miles away from here. He watched helplessly as she...no, it...
Damn it all! I know this is no woman, and yet when I look all I can see is an inquisitive girl, a sprite whose curiosity and sexuality are but burgeoning. I know she is a succubus, a dryad, some form of soul-devouring demon...but every icy touch brings forth heat from my belly. An urge, unbidden...
Subtle motions loosed his belt, his breeches falling in a clatter to a pool around his ankles. The cold air of evening crawled over him, making him acutely aware of how his body had betrayed him.
"Yes...see? You know how to have fun. This will be quite enjoyable..."
He could not perceive the movement that brought her...no, it...eye-level to his waistline. He was still frozen, as much a tree in the forest as any surrounding them. His manhood throbbed, a rigid limb, engorged despite his terror...or perhaps because of it...
Cold. Every touch was the chill of the grave, the cool bite of an autumn wind etching itself into his skin.
It was a stark contrast to his own heat. Slowly, the cold was joined by wetness, an ethereal sense of slickness. His body heat flowed out and into her...no, it...accompanied by a dulcet moan. It was a lover's sound, but it held a tinge of a more visceral hunger. He could feel the pinpricks of those teeth, just grazing his flesh before leaving it to the soft pucker of lips.
He realized he was staring down on her...no...yes, her. He watched enrapt as she serviced him, sliding her mouth over his length again and again, the squelching of suction rippling through the air. Her...no...yes, her eyes. They flicked upward to catch his gaze, glittering like gemstones. A soft smile curled the edges of her lips as she continued.
Time seemed to go on forever, stretching into infinity. The only things he could be certain of were that he was still frozen and that his cock was still hard, nearly painful in its pulsing rigidity. She...no...yes, she...had now risen from her knees, a sheen of saliva coating her lips. Her wraithlike fingers grasped him at the root, stroking gently, firmly.
"Now we have the real fun..."
She braced herself with one hand behind his neck, legs seeming to levitate, her hips nestling against his. A similar cool wetness, much like her mouth but with more viscosity, coated the head of his cock. He felt the barest resistance of her sex before it began to envelope him, sliding down his shaft. She rested at his base and he felt the clenching of muscles that he could not name, felt a rippling of pressure that tore a guttural moan from his throat.
He could speak no words, but the sounds of a beast rutting issued from him over and again as she writhed, rocking her hips to slip her sodden tunnel up to his tip, driving back down again. She made noises of her own, somewhere between a mewling and growling.
Suddenly his hands were free! He could move, he could throw this demoness away from him and flee! And yet, with his eyes locked on her mismatched ones, his only actions were to kiss along her neck and grasp her ass, rocking his hips in unison with her, causing the crash of them to resound. The echo of their flesh pounding together rang in his ears.
There was a staccato to her cries, he could feel his body tensing like a bowstring, the highest note of a carnal aria reaching its apex...
It appeared as though her eyes were lanterns, gemstones lit with supernatural flame. He could not look away as she stared into him, through him. He felt his release spilling into her, felt a strange pulling...as though her body was siphoning his very soul through his cock.
In reality, his soul was leaving through his eyes. She..no, it...drank his essence slowly, riding the waves of passion and emotion he'd felt in those last moments. As she did, his body's color paled, turning a shade of gray like birch wood bleached in the sun. She nimbly dismounted him, leaving a twisted figure, part man, part tree. She smiled again, a death's head grin, and disappeared into the mists, a spectre, a figment, leaving not a trace in the grim silence of the wood.
Had he been more attentive, he would have seen the other trees of the forest path, gnarled and knotty, eternally staring, somewhere between ecstasy and agony.
